The Riddle.

The Riddle.

There's a riddle I know,
And I will tell you, indeed,
However, first you must promise
That you carry on a deed.
That task which requires sincerity and hope,
In which, I hope, you find the key to your heart.

Your job is to seek love and accomplish it with honesty,
As that is one's mission in life to succeed.
Get on board oh, shining knight in armour
And take me away with your loyal steed.

Remember that your life is your personal train:
Guide it on treacherous tracks led by your heart,
And I can guarantee,
That that organ of yours will survive the feat
Of the abuse of many and the heartbreak of it all.

Do not let them use you and promise not to fall,
As those deceitful animals rip you apart;
Love is what we do and how we live, my dear,
Always follow with your heart without any fear.

The riddle of course is as simple as such,
And although the answer is really 'your name',
I shall remind you to think outside the box;
That which we see is really not as it seems.

Bear in mind that this will concoct such a stew
That you will enquire if it is really true.
"What is yours but people use it more than you do?"
That is the question.

Why it's so simple, silly.

Your heart.